*Your P.O.V.*

I had had four drinks so far, each of them getting stronger and stronger, and I was starting to feel really dizzy. I didn't realize how badly they had affected me until I stood up, and then I started to feel really sick. I was going to throw up.

I instantly grabbed the person closest to me, looking for help, "I'm going to throw up!"

The person I grabbed, just happened to be Kyle, and he held a panicked look on his face. "Oh, okay...let's go!"

He led me to the upstairs bathroom, where he barged open the unlocked door. There we both saw something rather shocking. Butters was knelt on his knees in front of Eric, while Eric held out his phone. Shocked, I couldn't help, but throw up what I had been holding on.

"Shit," Kyle mumbled, moving out of the way.

Eric quickly shoved Butters off, and ran out of the room, having to push past both Kyle and me. Kyle looked like he was about to chase after him but looked back to the situation that he was leaving.

Butters lied agaisnt the wall completely passed out, and I was in tears. I really didn't quiet understand what we just walked in on. I knew what I just saw, but I didn't get it. Butters said he wasn't going to drink, but he looks plastered. On top of that, he's so out of it, he did that. I really thought that he liked me...

Kyle let out a sigh. "I'm going to take you home, okay?"

"My parents," I said just above a whisper, scared to speak, "I'm supposed to stay at Wendy's."

Kyle let out a sigh. "My place. I'll take you to my place, okay?"

He gave me a reassuring look and took my hand. I gave him a small nod as I felt a tear threaten to fall from my eyes.

Hold it together, (Y/N). It's okay...

Kyle drove us to his place where he snuck us upstairs to his room. His parents were asleep, but he said that they would both be gone for work in the morning.

"Kyle...you really don't need to sleep on the floor," I told him.

"(Y/N), I promise, it's okay. You can take my bed. You've had a night," Kyle told me, spreading out blankets on his floor.

"Kyle..." I spoke, my voice was only above a whisper.

"Yeah?" He asked, giving me a concerned look.

"Do you know what's going on...Like between Eric and Butters? Do you know what that was?" I asked, a few tears falling down my cheeks.

Kyle quickly came to sit on the bed next to me. He gently placed his arm around me and pulled me into his chest.

At this point, I couldn't help the tears streaming down my face, making it harder to speak. "I just don't know what to think. Do you know anything...about Butters-that I didn't? I just I, I—"

Kyle hushed me. "I think that neither of us had the entire story. I also think that you have had a lot to drink. Let's get some sleep. We're going to make sense of all of this. Together."

He gave me a tight squeeze before getting off the bed to go into the bathroom. I laid back in his bed, letting my body finally rest for the night. The alcohol had my head fuzzy, my eyes felt so heavy, and my face fell into a natural frown.

What's going on with you Butters...